Summary

Peggy is twenty-eight years old, hasn't found her first wrinkle or gray hair, feels infinite and unbreakable.

"This is going to hurt," Howard says. "And I'm going to remind you one more time that god knows what this black market shit might end up doing to you and ask you one last time if you've changed your mind."

Summary

"Good god, I am starving," Natasha exclaims as the door swings open.

They freeze. They've been making out on the couch, and Steve's fully clothed, but Bucky is straddling his lap, jeans around his ankles, and Steve's hand is down the front of his boxers, wrapped around his cock. They both turn their heads to look at her.

Summary

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and everything is dark and cold.

He lets out a breath, opens his eyes, and everything is bright and warm. Too bright, really, and not warm in any of the right ways, but he's alive and it's the future, so he takes another deep breath and moves forward.